User blog comment:Nikolai Banks/Rune of Chaos/@comment-3135907-20110712212650

In another part of the woods...
 * The drums are pounding in the camp of Gullsear Battleripper the Slayer. A halfscore rats, ferrets, stoats and weasels surround the makeshift awning under which sits a high-backed, specially-carved chair with blue cushions fringed with gold and silver tassels. Two old foxes, a dog and a vixen, stand directly beside the the throne, which is draped with robes and vermin and goodbeast furs alike. Upon it sits a muscular and brutal stoat, who, unlike most of his species, has a higher intellect than many of his horde of more than twelvescore. Wikker, the old male fox, sits up and motions for a torchbearer to come forward, followed by a beast carrying a red cushion upon which rests a large battleaxe.
 * "Rise, O Ruler of Death, and of Blood, and Iron! Take ye the weapon and listen to thy humble counselor. In this day the great Vulpuz, and Garakk, the Kings of all Foxes and Stoats, have commanded me to tell you that we make a pact with the ruler of the Castle that ye always wished to rule, and together cast a shadow upon the land. Then, Garakk shall lead ye to the destruction of the King of yon Castle, and ye alone shall oversee the forests and lands that are rightfully thine. Arise! Arise! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kiiilllll!" The Rakers take up the chant until the whole camp is roaring the chant to the skies above.